...rhodesia

Standing outside on a kitchen floor

Love utensils in the palm of her hand

Saluting supermarket majorettes

We understand

Oh muzak for digital clocks

Departmental stores, vacate no sound

Exchanging surgical appliances

On hired ground

And love blows through Rhodesia

And love blows through Rhodesia

Soldierettes marching in the parking lot

Bleach your body

Be proof to the fact

Moving out in all directions

And turning back

Oh, heartaches from Amsterdam

Masturbated over jilted bouquets

Approximation's counting on a freight line

We pull away

And love blows through Rhodesia

And love blows through Rhodesia

Oh, Nazis in full attack

Burning niggers in a cotton field

Service stations offer promises

And promises offer me

And love blows through Rhodesia

And love blows through Rhodesia